The magician from the time of peace

"I think the reason why the magic above level 5 cannot be fixed is because the material of the carrier is too inferior. Maybe we can add magic to the parchment and it will be effective." Merris tied up her beautiful platinum hair casually, biting Pen said.

"No, I think the ink used for writing is the key. Ordinary ink doesn't provide the magic power needed for level 5 magic." Felix replied.

"But I have tried to solidify the flame domain with molten ruby ​​liquid, and it failed completely."

"Fire Domain is level 7 magic, why not try the blessing of water."

Merris spreads her hands: "I don't get along with water, and I'm sure ruby ​​doesn't either."

Felix smiled and said, "Fortunately, I get along with you."

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Felix woke up in the cold and damp forest, he frowned, the moisture three feet around him all dissipated, and his clothes became dry again.

It's a dream.

That time he tried to fix the blessing of water, but it still failed. After that, they gave up the subject, thinking that magic above level 5 must be operated by the magician himself, and cannot be fixed on the scroll for laymen to use.

However, Felix thought about it. Alchemy in this era can also allow people without magical powers to achieve the effect of manipulating some advanced magic. If the materials of alchemy are used, it may be possible to solidify higher-level magic.

After trying it out, he rolled up his sleeves without hesitation, poured out a pile of materials from his backpack, and started working.

Um?I seem to be out because of a very important thing.Forget it, this is more important right now.Felix classified the materials according to their attributes and drew a magic circle.

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Merris sniffed his sleeve for the fourth time, and Foster finally shouted angrily: "Are my clothes bothering you! Don't wear them if you don't like them!"

"No, no." Merris straightened his posture immediately, and walked behind the court magician in an orderly manner. For the sake of etiquette, some words were silently hidden in his heart.

Why is this clothes a bit musty...

The two had already met His Majesty the King, and the King's attitude towards Meris, a man from thousands of years ago, was the same as any of his subjects. The spirit of pragmatism popular in the fourteenth century was really terrible.

"In short, I will take you to report to the regiment first, and then we will go to the Northwest Front together," Foster educated, "Even if you may have been a nobleman before, don't try to make trouble here, obediently obey my orders, otherwise You don't even have time to cry when you die on the battlefield."

"Yeah." Merris nodded seriously.

He had never been in war, and with the awe that every magician has of the unknown, he decided to take it seriously.

Foster was very satisfied with his obedience, and softened his tone: "You will remember to hide behind the shield swordsmen and alchemists later. We magicians should not be doing the work of charging into battle."

"Hmm." Although Merris was a little curious about how the alchemist actually fought, he very much agreed with Foster's point of view.

"Very well, we can go!"

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Merris was in a state of slight astonishment.

The northwest front was not too close to the palace, and the weak magicians obviously couldn't reach the battlefield on foot or on horseback. They had their own method - the wind spell.

Of course, this magic did not surprise Merris. What he didn't expect was that three quarters of the team participated in this spellcasting.

And although he didn't know anything about magic other than the fire element, even Bohr, who in his eyes was very clumsy with wind magic, wasn't so bad.

There are three or forty people working together to cast magic, but it only makes forty or fifty people move faster than horses.

Could it be that they are also very hard on wind magic?Merris touched his chin and thought about it, but there are so many wind magicians in a team, no matter how you look at it, wind magic should be their trump card, but at this level...

Even in her heart, Merris didn't want to say harsh words.

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When they arrived at the battlefield, the sky was already dark, and the two sides ushered in a short truce period. Merris mixed in the crowd, watching Foster talking to the officers on the scene. There was a bit of deliberate arrogance in his words, but there was a sense of arrogance in his actions. humble.

The officer obviously showed a look of impatience, and after a few perfunctory words, he asked him to go down to prepare. Merris turned his head to look at the people around him, and found that everyone was accustomed to this contemptuous attitude, so he turned his head involuntarily. , blinked.

"Everyone, sir, let us do some repairs first. I don't know when the next battle will be." Foster looked up at the sky: "The clouds have been very thick in the past few days, we can use the weather magic we learned before, and at the same time Those who have a connection with the water element and the electric element come out, let's try it out first."

With a crash, more than 20 people stood up.

Merris took a step back in fright, and he cautiously asked the people around him: "Excuse me, what element do you feel connected to?"

The other party glanced at this legendary waste wood from the heyday of magic thousands of years ago. The idea of ​​maintaining the noble magician's glamorous temperament and the idea of ​​​​talking to the beauty were at odds with each other. Finally, he raised his chin and swayed and opened his mouth: " Hmph, I have a blind date with 4 elements, water element, fire element, wind element and light element"

Then he waited for Merris to give admiration, and the latter boasted, "Wow, that's amazing."

Um?It doesn't sound very sincere.

Of course, Merris' praise was just out of etiquette, and he was even a little strange now: Why is this person so chaotic in talent, and still looks very proud?

He recalled the huge amount of wind magicians and more than 20 magicians with double cultivation of water and electricity, and he couldn't help making a conjecture: Couldn't it be that in this era, the more types of magic he knows, The more respected it will be...

Before he had time to verify his conjecture, Foster ordered magicians with either water or electricity to help.

Merris looked around and found that there were less than five people left in the magician group of more than 50 people...

It's useless at all, if only Feili was here, he curled up his mouth, found a corner and sat down, looked at the gray sky covered with clouds, and squinted his eyes: But I haven't seen you for a few days, so I'm I miss him.

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That night Merris was woken up by a scream,

The night is deep, and the dew is a little cool.

The flaming shells bombarded the house they lived in directly, and the protective cover they put up before going to bed was destroyed in an instant, the wood rattled, the beam broke in two, and was ignited by the high temperature and fell to the wooden floor. Flames spread across the floor.

But what made people scream was not this attack—the iron shells were caught by the broken beams and pillars, and they burst into dazzling light, the heat wave pushed the wood chips and broken iron pieces, and the strong air pressure crushed all the dust— ——The house full of magicians was razed to the ground by an explosion.

The attack was so unexpected that no one could react.

Except Merris.

In fact, he was also in the daze of being awakened, but the fire element around him acted before his brain.

The field of fiery flames spread across half a square mile in an instant, engulfing the entire house in his protective zone.

The flying sawdust was burned to ashes in the air, the iron block was melted into molten iron by high temperature, and everything that could harm people was isolated by the flames.

This too rough protective formation lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to save the lives of everyone present.

Merris straightened up, and the chrysoberyl surface of the ring on his finger slowly collapsed, shattered into powder, and scattered into the endless night with the warm wind of the flame.

He frowned as he looked at the fellow magicians who escaped from death and collapsed on the ground, the night watchmen who came to support them in panic, and the guns and stones that continued to fly in the distance.

Is this war?

Really, so barbaric.